𝑖𝑡'𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 enough for sirius to warrant a pile of early summer letters he knows people will start registering as purposefully ignored soon . his owl’s old , but not that old . and sitting proudly on the outside of their rooftop , just as unused as he was in school . instinctively , he feels a twist at his gut seeing them , knows he should go through at least some — but if he’s honest with himself , he only really cares for a few of the names , but those also make up for the bulk of them . merlin . it’s dreadful how moony actually listened when sirius pleaded he write a lot and every day but now it’s just suffocating because it’s too much . it’s too much of everything he doesn’t have , but he can’t just sit around the quiet of his room any more . so he’d impulsively pulled off his fireplace door and set it up to work around the layers of anti - magic charms his father undoubtedly tacked on . sitting there now , sirius finds this feels utterly stupid , but he’s gone through the effort now and a hand comes up to rub at his neck , crouching forward as he tells himself he’ll call out once and say he at least tried . ❛ erm — remus ? ❜ after a pause , he looks around as if to check make sure no one’s about to catch him in the lie he’s just told himself before trying again : ❛ moony ? you there ? ❜